Maruruk

""Master-sama? Are you there? It's time for your ... " Maruruk tentatively pushed the door to the Grand Bedroom with the tip of his foot, clutching Ozen's favorite book of
bedtime stories against his chest, and a gallon jug of lukewarm beer in his hand, as was the custom.

What wasn't the custom, however, was the empty bed, still neatly made and with no trace of the Immovable Lord under the sheets. Just a handwritten note on top of the
quilt, whispering dark omens. Maruruk carefully placed the book on the nightstand and picked up the letter, holding it gingerly between the tip of two fingers as if it was
poisonous, his chest tightening with fear.

"MY CHAMBER"

Maruruk swallowed back a sob, but could not stop his eyes from tearing up. Through the day, as he had taken care of Reg and tended to his duties, he had entertained
the vague hope his Master's earlier threat was an empty one, or had been forgotten. But Ozen, as volatile as she was, rarely forgot such things, and now he had the very
proof before his eyes. There was no way he would escape his punishment.

"This is ... so unfair ..." The boy whined to himself, letting the note drop on the bed and wiping his wet eyes with the back of his hand, only for new tears to well up at their
corners the moment after. "Reg-san ... I had to help you ..." His knees wobbled and he let himself fall face first on the bed, muffling his cries with the fluffy quilt. He stayed
like that for a few minutes, comforting himself as best as he could, and then resolved to pick himself up. Maruruk knew that Ozen wasn't a very patient person.

He straightened up the sheets, took a deep sigh and looked at himself in the immense mirror that rested against the western wall. His eyes looked a bit red and puffy, but
that was to be expected. Still, that aside, he looked unacceptably messy. The boy tightened up the laces of his corset, wincing in discomfort ; adjusted his headdress ;
and, finally, parted his silky blue hair, clumped together with tears and sweat from his earlier crying onto the sheets. Maruruk smiled bitterly at his reflection, saddened to find
it good-looking even in such a shameful state.

As he turned heels to walk out of the bedroom, his foot bumped against the gallon jug. He considered leaving it here, but maybe, he thought, Ozen would be kinder to him
 if he brought her something to drink. She was always kinder when happy, though much to his chagrin, his best efforts often weren't enough to make her so. But as always,
he would try, for that was his duty ; a burden which, as an apprentice, Maruruk knew he had to carry.

Maruruk picked up the jug of beer and briskly made his way to the dreaded Chamber, climbing up the stairs as fast as he could.
Too fast. He stepped on his skirt, and fell forward with a startled yelp, his elbows and knees colliding painfully with the wooden steps. Worse, the jug escaped from his hands,
and started bouncing down the steps, away from him.

"No!" Maruruk cried, nearly falling himself as he dove to catch the jug, missing it by only a few inches. Through a veil of tears, he watched the precious offering to his Master
bounce  up and down the stairs, dangerously close to the Abyss below ... before coming to an abrupt end as it crashed noisily against the trunk of the hollowed-out tree
which made the main part of the Seeker Camp.

With a discouraged sigh, Maruruk stood back to his feet and made his way back down, nursing his bruised elbows, already a nasty shade of purple. He was feeling so very
weary already, and he wasn't even being punished yet.

The door in the tree trunk opened, and the Black Whistle Tsurumedo stepped out, looking puzzledly at the shaking maid halfway up the stairs, and the gallon jug whose
sound had drawn him there.

"Oi, Maruruk-chan! Is that you making all that ruckus?" He said, slicking his hair back with his fingers and yawning heavily. "We got an expedition tomorrow, you know."

"Ah! Tsurumedo-san, I'm sorry!" Maruruk bowed,  and started climbing hurriedly down, wincing with every step he took. "I ... I was clumsy." He stammered, not daring to
look at the Delver in the eyes. "Ozen-sama has summoned me to her Chamber, and I ..." He added meekly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Oh. I see." Tsurumedo said gloomily. "Don't come down, I'll get it." He went to retrieve the jug, and tossed it expertly to Maruruk, who caught it in both arms, falling down on
his butt from the force of the impact.

"Oof!" Maruruk gasped. He held the jug tight against his chest, making sure it was really there, and then beamed back a smile at the Black Whistle. "Thank you,
Tsurumedo-san!"

"You're welcome." He let out an amused sigh.  "But, uh, be careful with that. It got shaken up pretty bad. You don't want that blowing up in Ozen's face, do you?"

"N-no ..." Maruruk lowered his eyes to the jug. He couldn't see through, since it was made of steel, but he had no problem imagining the potentially disastrous conse-
-quences of opening it now. "I'll be careful, Tsurumedo-san ..."

The boy gave a last bow and climbed the last steps to the Chamber, this time careful not to trip or shake the jug even more. He knocked his small fist against the door,
barely making any sound, and then pushed it open with his shoulders, groaning under the effort.

---

"Maruruk. You certainly took your time."

Ozen was standing quite theatrically in the middle of the room, her back turned towards the boy. Maruruk knew that normally, she would be closer to the door, but the crater
in the ground still hadn't been repaired.

"I-I'm sorry, Master-sama!" Maruruk shouted back in response, bowing as far as he could. "I ... I fell down the stairs."

"Down the stairs? That won't do, Maruruk. I already told that annoying brat that's what happened to you last time he visited. I can't keep using the same excuse, you know
how much I hate lying." Ozen mused, turning to face Maruruk. Even though she was still 10 feet away, he could still feel her towering above him.

"No ... but for real, this time ..." He replied meekly, his eyes falling to the ground. "O-Ozen-sama, I brought you your evening beer." Maruruk changed the subject, presenting
 the jug with arms outstretched.

"Oh?" Ozen's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and in an instant she was in front of Maruruk, hunching grotesquely to inspect the offering. "I'm impressed you thought
 of that. As expected of my disciple."

"T-thank you, Ozen-sama ... But it's, uh ... shaken up. Please be careful." Maruruk stammered, looking at his empty hands. When exactly did she take it?

The Immovable Lord inspected the jug, which looked tiny in her hand.  Her face remained emotionless, even as she popped the cork with a flick of her thumb and sent if
flying right in the middle of Maruruk's forehead.

"Aaaah!" Maruruk cried out, his head jerking backward and. Dazed by the impact, he stumbled around a bit, and then fell on his knees, unable to keep standing. Through a
veil of stars, he saw his fingers reach to touch his forehead, fail a couple of times and then succeed, though he felt like he might be just be touching cotton instead. His skin
felt numb, but the pain did come after a few seconds, sharp and deep, drilling into his brain. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he brought his hand before his eyes, certain
he would find blood on it. There was none.

"Hoho. It really was shaken up ..." Ozen snickered, kneeling in front of the whimpering boy. With her thumb, she plugged the mouth of the jug with her thumb, preventing
the ale from spilling out, and with her other hand, parted Maruruk's hair away from his forehead. She could see a red, circle-shaped bruise where the cork had hit him, but
the skin wasn't cut. Ozen poked it with the tip of her finger, eliciting a new yelp of pain from her servant. "It's nothing, Maruruk." She sighed, picking up the boy's headdress
which was now on the floor, and placing it back on top of his head. "You are an even worse crybaby than Lyza's runt."

Maruruk took a deep breath to calm himself. The side pouches flapped reassuringly against his temples, and felt soft against his skin. Already he was feeling a little better,
though very scared. Ozen seemed to be in an irredeemable mood tonight, which he could only attribute to the presence of Riko under her roof : he clenched his fists tight
over his knees. Maruruk knew he had to take it bravely, so Riko would not be hurt anymore herself.

Silence stretched uncomfortably, broken only by Maruruk's sniffles and the gurgling of the over-pressured jug. "... Well? Are you going to do something about it?" Ozen said
flatly, seizing the boy gently by the chin and making him look upwards.. She shook the jug in her hand. "I cannot drink it like this, you know."

"I ... I'm not sure what to do, Master-sama ..." Maruruk looked at the jug anxiously, avoiding Ozen's sunken eyes. "Maybe I can ... take it back downstairs and open it over
the sink ..." He offered timidly.

"That won't do, obviously." Ozen shook her head, her face unwavering. "Open your mouth and close your eyes, Maruruk." She seized the back of his head in her hand
 and pushed it closer to the jug, still foaming at the mouth.

"M-M-Master-sama, I-I-I can't drink." Maruruk's eyes widened in fear, eyes stinging from the strong stench of booze just inches away from his face. "I'm only 13 ..." He kept
his mouth closed, lips trembling uncontrollably.

"What are you talking about? You're a Blue Whistle already, and you've done it before." Ozen laughed softly, pinching his cheek. "Now open up, or it goes through the other
 side."

Maruruk opened his mouth wide.

He felt the warm neck of the jug coming to rest on his lower lip, and puckering his mouth, wrapped his lips around Ozen's gloved knuckle, forming a tight seal. The boy
 swallowed nervously, humming briefly to signal he was ready ; Ozen's thumb slithered out of the neck and out of his mouth, and, clenching his eyes and his fists around
his apron, he braced himself.

 Nothing could have prepared Maruruk for what came next. The beer, warm and under tremendous pressure, erupted inside his mouth, and filled it before he could even
 think of gulping it down ; Maruruk felt his cheeks bulge obscenely and, panicking, swallowed too fast, succeeding only in flooding his lungs with the foamy beverage.
Desperate to pull back, he coughed heavily, sending some beer through his sinuses and shooting from his nose : the rest of it climbed its way back up his throat and started
spilling down his chin and onto his chest.

"Oh? It's spilling everywhere." Ozen stated the obvious, gazing into the convulsing boy's rolled-back eyes. "That's disappointing. You have no problems with toothpaste, and
yet you're wasting my precious beer. Shall I help?" With these swords, she started pushing Maruruk backwards, until he was lying flat on his back with the jug still in his
mouth, and pinched his nose. The boy's eyes widened as the beer poured into his mouth at an even faster pace, forcing him to swallow too fast and without hope of taking
a breath. He grabbed Ozen's forearm, in a futile attempt to free his nose; failing to do so, he gurgled and wheezed frantically, kicking his feet and jerking his body around
until he started to grow faint, as the alcohol and lack of oxygen took its toll. But as he weakened, so did the flow of beer ; soon most of the foam was either already inside
him or splattered around him, so only liquid was pouring down his throat. Maruruk relaxed his whole body, and let his reflexes take over, swallowing diligently as conscious-
-ness gradually left him ...

Then the jug left his mouth and the next thing he was gulping down was air ; Maruruk took a deep gasp and coughed heavily, rolling on stomach to spit out the foul liquid.
He felt a hand pat his back, helping him clear out his lungs, while the other massaged his slightly swollen belly.
After a few moments, the boy found he had enough strength to cry. He let out a deep wail, his thin voice filling the Chamber with anguish, which made even Ozen's skin
crawl as she drank from the jug. She moved in front of him and took his sobbing face in her hands, her slender fingers massaging his temples in an effort to comfort him.

"Oh dear, was that a bit too much... ?" Her voice bore no trace of amusement, and she screwed up her face, startling Maruruk. She had never shown remorse for anything
she did to him ; as a matter of fact, he had never seen her show remorse for anything at all. He felt his eyes water once more, and turned to bury his face against his
Master's leg.

"Master-samaaaa ...." Maruruk cried, trembling like a leaf. Tears and snot were flowing from his face, soaking through the fabric of Ozen's pants, but this time she did not
dare take offense. "It was ... awful ... I thought I was going to ... that I was going to ..."

Ozen chuckled, and seized the sides of the boy's chin in her hand. "Don't say such stupid things ; I trained you better than that ..." She wiped the tears from his face with her
 thumbs ; his eyes were red and puffy, but also a bit unfocused, and the slight flush on his pale skin and his heavy breathing betrayed his inebriation. Of course, Maruruk
wasn't used to drinking at all, despite Ozen's tradition to make him go through his age in shots whenever his birthday came up, something that never failed to make him
spend the night over the latrine. But that was too little to build tolerance.

"Master-sama, I ..." Maruruk slurred a bit, trying his best to focus his eyes on his Master's surprisingly gentle smile. "I wanted to ..." He belched loudly, his tummy flattening
almost visibly, and the boy hid his mouth behind his hands and turned bright red in embarrassment.

Ozen laughed. "What is it, Maruruk?" She gently swatted her disciple's hands away, and flicked at his lips with the tip of her index. "You are not going to vomit on me like
last year, are you?"

"No ..." He whined, wincing at the memory. "I ... " His head drooped a bit to the side, and Ozen's grip on his chin tightened. "I wanted to read you ... a bedtime story ..." The
boy's voice wavered, and his eyes glistened anew.

Ozen's grin widened. "As expected of my disciple. You will, but I still have to hang you naked, you know."

Maruruk blinked a few times. His head was spinning like crazy and it took him a few seconds to process what Ozen had just said : when he did, his shoulders slumped a bit,
and he moaned in dismay, looking as if about to cry again.  "But, Mas-" He began.

Ozen silenced him by abruptly sliding two fingers in his mouth, eliciting a muffled "eep" from the boy. Obediently, he started suckling on them, a bit cautiously as he was
dangerously close to vomiting. "What kind of master would I be if I let you go without your punishment?" She said.

Maruruk growled in protest, and looked at her, angry and wounded, the way he had done during their first months together, a look Ozen thought she had trained out of him
for a while now. "Oh my, how dare you give me that look." Ozen snorted, pinching the boy's tongue and roughly ruffling his hair over the headdress with her free hand.
"Luckily for you, I will overlook it this once. Now be a good boy and take off your clothes, it's nothing you haven't gone through before."

Maruruk lowered his eyes and nodded submissively, tearing up a bit from the handling of his tongue. Ozen's fingers slid out of his mouth and she wiped them on his cheek,
before standing back up, looming over him expectantly.

"Yes, Master-sama ..." Maruruk sighed, and he stood up too, nearly losing his balance. His tongue felt sore and swollen, and he let it hang from his mouth, panting like a dog
in an effort to mitigate his dizziness.

Maruruk pulled on the bow of his shoulder cape, and it fell on the hardwood floor ... with the whistle still attached to it. The boy looked hazily at it, and then his stomach
 clenched when he realized the extent of his mistake. One is supposed to always care for his whistle ; it was the first thing Delvers were taught. "I'm ... sorry ..." He slurred,
looking at Ozen with his bright blue eyes wide open in horror.

"How terrible of you, Maruruk." Ozen sighed, and she picked up the whistle, deftly unattaching it from the cape. Before Maruruk could say anything else, she stuffed the
boy's mouth with it, catching him by surprise ; he tried to protest but could only let out a garbled "tweet" as he blew wetly through it.

"Don't drop it." Ozen ordered, and Maruruk nodded fearfully, making short shrill sounds with every breath he took like an asthmatic bird.
The Immovable Lord knelt back in front of the boy and pulled on the strings of his corset, making it fall right next to the cape in one smooth motion. Maruruk exhaled lenghtily
through his nose, immensely relieved from the terrible constriction, slouched a bit, and then straightened back right away when Ozen grunted in disapproval.

She untied the bow below his back, letting the apron join the rest of his clothes on the floor with only the poofy dress remaining. Maruruk swallowed nervously. He knew
what was coming next.
He raised his arms in the air diligently,  struggling to keep them straight under the alcohol.

"Oh? Are you finally behaving?" Ozen smiled, and without waiting for an answer, she majestically pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, leaving the boy in only his
 underwear.
Maruruk let out a sharp tweet, lost his balance, and fell on his butt, legs spread immodestly. He tried to close them but in the blink of an eye, found himself unable to. Ozen
was holding his thighs apart, gazing amusedly at his briefs.

"Well, what's this? I may be old, but I'm not senile yet, Maruruk. I remember telling you not to wear these again." Ozen sneered maliciously, hooking her finger in the
waistband of his briefs and pulling them towards her. The fabric stretched to the front, exposing the boy's most private parts to the air and to her sight, and sinking painfully
between his buttocks, sawing at the sensitive flesh.

Maruruk spat out the whistle. "M-Master-sa-!" He began, and was cut by a graceless burp. "I-I-I can explain ..." His face turned a deep red, and he covered his eyes in
 embarrassment, knowing better than to fight back. "Y-y-y-you told me to sleep with Reg-san and Riko-san, and ..." He sniffled, gritting his teeth under the pain. "... and I
didn't want them to see me in ..."

Ozen let go of the waistband, and it lashed back into place, making Maruruk tear up anew. "You are not making any sense, Maruruk." She chuckled, pulling the boy closer
 by his leg so he would be almost under her. "Girls don't wear briefs, so you should have been wearing your panties instead." She looked down, and prodded at his sizable
bulge with the tip of her finger, eliciting a girlish moan from the boy. "Though I suppose this is getting pretty hard to hide. How terrible of you, to grow so much without my
permission."

"Ah! N-No!" Maruruk gasped, squirming around the finger. His breathing was fast and hard. "Reg-san ... he knows. And Riko-san ... she doesn't really notice anything."

"Ah, you noticed too." Ozen seemed really pleased for a moment. "Such a stupid little runt she is ... She would not have noticed that." She placed her hand on Maruruk's
crotch, feeling the outline of his penis. It was still soft, but was definitely stirring up a little, much to her surprise. "So you did it for that mechanicall doll. Fufufu ... how
irredeemable, to fall for the first pretty boy to step foot in there ... why does it always have to be like this ..." She said those last words bitterly, making Maruruk swallow nervously.

"Master-sama!" He protested. "Reg-san is different ... He's kind, and, uurp - sorry - caring, and, and ...he's very strong too, though he ... though he feels so soft ..." The boy
 rambled drunkenly, and the more time he passed, the less his squirming felt like attempts to escape.

Ozen didn't fail to notice. "My, you really like that piece of junk." She sighed. "What a pain ... You should not get too attached, you know, he's leaving soon to die in the Abyss."

Maruruk cast her a look of pure hurt, and Ozen's smile faltered imperceptibly. It was the same look Lyza had given her that day in the depths, and against that, no amount of
physical strength helped. All of a sudden, she stood up and walked to her chest of delving equipment.

"I won't punish you for wearing these today, but you'll get your due next week. Now take these off already." Ozen said flatly as she pulled out a few feet of rope. She had
made Maruruk wash them recently, but they still smelled of unpleasant fluids.

Ozen walked back in the middle of the Chamber to see Maruruk on his feet, his clothes in a neat little pile in front of him and his hands covering his groin while he stood
there, looking flushed and about to pass out. Then she was behind him.

Her hand flew through the air and landed powerfully on his exposed behind, with a formidable cracking sound. Maruruk mewled in pain and stumbled forward, then fell and
 landed on all fours with his rear sticking in the air. His pale buttocks twitched and turned a deep red, and when the dazed boy reached for them, Ozen seized his arms and
held them both in her fist, ready to bind them together.

"I didn't make you take these off so you could cover yourself, Maruruk." Ozen said sternly, and she pulled him back on his feet. He yelped, and she heard a wet slapping
 sound ; her figure contorted to see his front, and her smile grew back. "Hmmm? How strange. Did talking about that boy make you this excited? And it's not even coming
down, even though I spanked you so hard." Ozen laughed, pinching his right buttock. "What do you have to say for yourself, Maruruk?" She took the head of his shaft
between two of her fingers, peeling back the skin and letting clear fluids roll down her gloved fingers.

"I'm sorry ..." Maruruk whined, shaking his head vehemently and sending tears and snot all over the floor. "I can't ... I can't help it ... Ever since I ... took care of him ..."

Ozen said nothing for a minute, watching with fascination as her disciple shamelessly grew harder and harder in her grasp. It had been a while since anything of the kind
 happened ; as a matter of fact, she thought that harsh squeeze she had given him last year had made this impossible.

"Well ..." Ozen's voice mellowed a bit, to Maruruk's surprise as much as hers. "If this can't be helped, then I might as well take care of it ..."

"M-Master-sama? What do you me - Ah!" The boy gasped and his eyes grew wide as his Master closed her fist around his member, and started stroking it mercilessly.
"This feels ...!"

"Good? You don't get to be my ages without learning a few things, you know." Ozen whispered in his ear.

"No ... it really hurts ..." Maruruk cried out, and he pawed at Ozen's fist, bawling again. "It's ... too rough ..."

Ozen paused, taken a bit aback. "Is that so ... But this is what boys do ..." She let go of Maruruk's penis, and looked at her hand, covered in sticky fluids. "I suppose my
hands are a bit too strong. How bothersome, and here I was trying to be nice ... Hmmm ...." Ozen stayed silent for a moment, while Maruruk stood awkwardly with a
painful erection. "Well, you'll just have to bend over, then."

Maruruk gulped and did as he was told, resting his hands on his knees. The position was uncomfortable, and he was feeling on the verge of falling over ; worse, he was
 feeling more embarrassed than ever, not knowing what to expect in such a position.

"Haha, that's dirty ..." He heard Ozen say behind him, and blushed even harder. Then her hand slid around him, landing against his stomach, and pushing him backward.

"M-Master-sama, what ... Woah!" Maruruk shouted, as he felt something push against the crack of his rear, lightly sliding up and down before it found its mark at a place
he had never suspected his master would ever touch. "Sorry, it's my ..." He panted, craning his neck to the side.

"I know very well what it is, Maruruk." Ozen laughed softly, and she wiggled and pushed her finger without holding back, her strength making short work of any resistance
the boy's entrance could offer. It slid inside bit by bit, despite Maruruk's misguided efforts to push out the intruder, with each turn and curl of Ozen's wrist, until he felt the
 leathery touch of her knuckles against his aching buttocks. "Oh, there we are."

"Nghhhh ...." Maruruk grunted, baring his teeth in discomfort. The alcohol had numbed the pain of the insertion, but the feeling was too weird to be ignored. Though his
knees trembled, he dared not move an inch, for fear of disturbing something within him. "I don't ..." He moaned in distress. "I don't understand, Master..."

"You don't?" Ozen said boredly. Trying to keep it firm and deep as to maintain the illusion of a punishment, she continually used the thicker end of her finger while following
her motions with twists and curls of the tip of her digit in different directions. "This is what that mechanical doll would do to you, you know. Not with its finger, mind you, though
from what I've seen, it can't be much bigger than one."

Exploring the boy's warm insides, she pressed against his unsurprisingly full bladder, and then against something else that made Maruruk let out a high-pitched gasp. He
removed one hand from his knee, and covered in mouth, in an attempt to cover girly moans even he was embarrassed to make.

"Ah, there we go. I knew boys had something down there ; that explains what Lyza and that dumb face were doing all the time ..." Ozen said with satisfaction, and she
curled her finger in precise motions, rubbing insistently against Maruruk's swollen gland while keeping a firm grip on the writhing boy with her other hand.

Maruruk squirmed like a fish in her grasp, moaning and panting, desperate yet reluctant to escape the overwhelming sensation ; unable to flex his knees anymore, he
stood up, trapping Ozen's finger between his asscheeks, and leant backwards, holding her arm with both hands to stabilize himself. "R-Reg-san, it's-it's going to come out ..."
He groaned drunkenly, and found himself moving back to meet Ozen's thrusts, until all strength left him and suddenly nothing mattered but the warm sensation in his loins
and the throbbing of his penis.

Maruruk gasped breathlessly and convulsed against Ozen, and around her finger. A single drop of pale fluid pearled at the top of his glans, and rolled down lazily down his
 shaft, and then, drained of all strength, he slid forward and would have fallen on the floor if it was not for Ozen's hand on his stomach. She brought him down smoothly, flat
on his belly.

With only half of her finger remaining in him, Ozen pulled out the rest ; it came out with an obscene suction noise, and when she brought it to her face, she saw her glove
was slightly stained and could smell better. "Irredeemable ..." She grimaced, and threw it over her shoulder, before kneeling next to the nearly comatose boy. Tenderly, Ozen
caressed the notches of his spine, basking in his absent shivers.

She took hold of his limp arms, placed them on his back, and bound them tightly together ; Maruruk moaned back into consciousness somewhat, only to feel more rope
 tightening under his sweaty armpits and ankles, bending the latter backwards until his heels were resting against his buttocks.

"M-Master-sama ... W-wait ..." He protested weakly. His head was still spinning, even harder than before after such an intense yet dry orgasm, and he felt on the verge of
being sick.

"Hmmm? You'll have plenty of time to wait up here, Maruruk." Ozen said, and she dove her hand between his thighs to grab the soggy tip of his foreskin, plastering it against
the boy's taint so she could loop the rope over it. Maruruk whined as the rope rubbed harshly against the sensitive skin of his nethers, which she usually just left hanging
safely between the ropes during that sort of punishment. "I'm pulling up now, try not to cry too much ; my good-for-nothing scouts are asleep, you know."

"I ... I'll try ..." Maruruk said foggily, and though his mind was too unfocused to really brace himself, he clenched his teeth together and stiffened his muscles.

Ozen expertly threw the end of the rope through the ring in the ceiling, and looped it around her hand. She felt her flesh twitch pleasantly around the pins, like everytime
she was about to make an effort, and then she pulled on the rope with all her might.

The ropes tightened painfully around Maruruk's soft skin and he found himself lifted in the air in one instant, adding Abyss nausea to his already heavy drunkenness. His
 stomach twisted in agony and foamy bile flew out of his mouth, splattering the ground below in a tepid rain. "Fwah ..." He let out a heart-breaking cry, and shifted around
the ropes, in an effort to minimize his rapidly growing discomfort.
As expected, the ropes under his armpit held most of his weight, and constricted his arms almost unbearably ; he could already feel them go numb as blood circulation
was slowed to a crawl. His spine arched in an unnatural angle, from his feet almost reaching the middle of his spine. But worse this time were the ropes under his crotch,
rubbing painfully against his soft penis and crushing his immature balls against his pelvic bone.
The shock proved too much for the already worn boy and soon, darkness wrapped over him like a warm blanket, shielding him from further harm.

---

He awoke barely an hour later, alone in Ozen's dark Chamber. His nausea had mostly passed, replaced by a throbbing headache as the alcohol came crashing down,
but even worse, his bladder felt like it was about to burst. Maruruk sighed wearily ; he knew he had no choice but to let himself go, as he inevitably did during all his naked
hangings. Of course he would be punished for that later, but there was simply no way he could hold it in.

The boy closed his eyes, and then clenched his stomach, forcing himself to go past the natural blockage of decency he still possessed. Surely enough, he felt warmth travel
down his groin and ...

Maruruk's eyes bulged open. Something was wrong : he couldn't feel the familiar sensation of his penis straightening as he peed, nor the sound of splattering below. Only a
sickly warmth coating his crotch and rolling down the inside of his thighs, then his knees ...

The boy let out a plaintive moan as he realized what was happening. With the ropes pushing his privates against his own body, his urine had nowhere to go but all over him.
But it was too late to stop now, and Maruruk finished peeing all over himself, coating his whole lower body by the time he was finished. He let his head hang low in shame,
and though it was dark, he saw something under him that was definitely not hardwood. His own clothes, now utterly soiled.

This time, he did not find the strength to cry.

---

Her half-gallon of beer finished, Ozen slammed it on her desk and stretched languidly on her chair. Now that she was pleasantly buzzed, she felt she could finally sleep, but
 before that, she knew she had to get Maruruk down.
Ozen threw on her cape and walked back to the Chamber. The boy was unconscious, unsurprisingly, which was just as good ; she didn't really feel like hearing him cry.

Expertly, she untied the ropes and caught him in her arms, then threw the ropes on the pile of soiled clothes, along with her soiled glove for him to wash tomorrow, and made
 her way out of the Chamber.

Maruruk spasmed a bit as feeling returned to his extremities, and the dull pain woke him up. "M-Master-sama ..." He whispered almost inaudibly, visibly straining to form
words. "Master-samaaaaaa ..."

"Your breath reeks of vomit. Stay quiet, Maruruk." She said exasperatedly.

Maruruk shut his mouth defeatedly, and his eyes dropped, looking dimmer than ever. He sniffled just once, as if he was past crying.

"But ..." Ozen said, after a moment of hesitation. "... It's a bother, but I'll hear you out." She forced a smile, and found it harder than she thought.

The boy looked at her hopefully, yet cautiously, as if suspecting a trap of some kind. Somehow, he found the sincerity he sought in Ozen's cavernous eyes. "I still ... I still need
to read you your bedtime story ..."

Ozen chuckled. "As expected of my disciple."

And though Maruruk fell asleep before he could abide by his promise and could not be woken up, Ozen slept better than ever that night.